wordswimmer

It's the beginning of the year and I feel unmoored, unsure  what direction to swim in. Do you feel unmoored, too? Here we are waiting fo...

Lately I've shortened the time I spend writing in the morning. In part it's an effort to re-charge my energy after a busy month and ...

It's that time of year. Close your eyes.  Sleep. Let yourself dream. You need to trust the process  of rebirth, of dormancy,  of silence...

Remember when you leaped as a child into the waves and splashed and dived for hours, and by the end of the afternoon you could hear your mot...

It’s that time of year when I pull myself out of the water and let my fingers and toes dry out. I step out of the surf and walk on dry land ...